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you. I don’t know who I am if you’re not here.” She kinda laughed, but it had no humor in it. “That sounds so lame.”
    “I know what you mean, though. In my head we’ve always been a team. Rebecca and Natasha. Never just one or the other. When you have something good happen, I feel so happy. And when you have something make you sad, I feel that way too.”
    “Exactly.”
     
    What’s it going to do to her if I do get sick? If I split up the team. I expect her to take care of Bridget, but who’s going to take care of Tasha?
     
    “The thought wasn’t bad.” she said.
    “What thought?”
    “The idea of being with a girl. I mean you, not just any girl.”
    “What?”
    “I just imagined things, like life , ya know? All the points people usually care about. Marriage, kids, getting old, being sick in the hospital. I imagine it with a guy usually. But since you made your revelation, I’ve forced myself to imagine it with you.”  
    “Oh?”
    “It wasn’t bad. I thought it would be, I thought I would spend the whole time with images of a guy popping in there, but it didn’t happen. I imagined us together, and it... I was happy.” She rubbed her eyes and laughed. “And confused.”
    “I guess so.”
    “I like guys, Becca. I’m straight.”
    “I know. It’s okay.”
    “I might make an exception.”
     
    An exception? What is she talking about? An exception to what, then? Is this me dying, the confusion that comes with the insanity of that disease?
     
    “What?” I finally asked. I felt tears trickling down my face.
    “It would be hard for me, Becca. And there may be times, days even, when I have to be left alone. When I’ll need to just stop and reevaluate what I feel. And I may even just decide one day that I can’t do it any more, ya know? But... I love you. And I don’t know if it’s in that way, or even if it could ever be in that way, but if you want to try, I’d be okay with that.”
    “Th-this isn’t just... because I’m dying?”
    “You’re not. If you were going to get sick I think you would have by now.”
    “Then, um, why are you telling me this now?”
    “I don’t know. Because today I thought I’d lose you and it killed me.” She laughed again, another nervous laugh, and then she nodded over at the others. “And the thought that you would end up with her was just... awful.”
    “ So not going to happen.”  
    “I’m glad you say so, but honestly I wasn’t going to let it anyway.” she said.
    “So, um... well... are you sure about... this?”
    “No.” she said, laughing. “Have you not been listening? But I want to try it.”
    “Are you sure you want to try?”
    “Yes, Becca, I am.”
    “So... so what do we do now?”
    “Well, I was thinking we wake the others up and send them up to bed. That cannot be comfortable. And then we should probably get some rest, too.”
    “I don’t... I mean I’m not sure I can guard tonight, Tasha. I don’t know if I can be trusted yet. Wait ‘til tomorrow to see if I’m sick, okay?”
    “At some point we’re going to figure out a way to not need a guard every night. At least if we’re going to stay. An alarm or something, maybe?”
    “With what electricity?”
    “Well isn’t there some kind of battery powered thing we can get? You’re the brains behind this operation, Becca, you tell me.”
     
    We got up and I was going to wake the others, but Tasha grabbed my hand. She kind of smiled at me, and I think she was blushing. Hard to tell in what little light we had from the lantern.
     
    “What do you want to tell them?” she asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean us. Like... we’re together.”
    “Whatever makes you feel most comfortable, Tasha.”
    “I guess we can tell them.” She pulled me close and wrapped her arms around me. “They’ll notice soon enough, anyway.”
    “Oh will they?”
    “Well... I mean I kinda figured you’d want to, um, kiss me?” she said. She’s looking at my feet. “I mean